Introduction
I spent the last six years living in Los Angeles where I drove a taxi. These are photographs made during that time. Many of these images have been made behind the wheel, others while on foot or at home. As a group they represent my view of the city: one that is gritty, caustic, lit by the blinding sun and the incandescent lights of evening. I intend to reference film noir aesthetics, but these photographs are not fiction, rather they are visions from an everyday working life. In Los Angeles I saw neither beauty nor glamour but rather an endless sprawl of concrete and an unending battle with nature. Life there seemed lonely, desperate, a struggle, I was in purgatory behind a wheel.
Postscript, a meditation on Los Angeles and the practice of making art:
A man has a dream, he spends his capital to build it, and people don’t understand it. So he converts it to a sideshow and people love it, they name a street after him. A man sits in a car on that street, he has a dream but needs capital. Staring through the moisture he wonders at what point a man has to convert his dream to a sideshow.
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